Travelingjenny

I remember the first time Gracie played with clay. She was two years old, and we were at our first toddler art class. The teacher gave each child play-doh and cookie cutters, and all of the other kids grabbed the clay and started to create masterpieces – but Gracie had never even seen the stuff before. I felt like a terrible mother – and I’m sure that someday she will struggle in sculpture class all because I didn’t let her play with clay before the age of two! Well, that won’t happen to our little Tess. Today, at the tender age of seventeen months, she played with clay for the first time. She was much more interested in the tiny containers than the clay itself – she likes to take the lid off, blow in it, and put the lid back on. And she likes to carry the colorful little containers around. But the best part of this afternoon’s activity was that both girls sat together at their art table and played – for an hour. And Grace shared her clay willingly, and even showed her sister how to press the clay flat to cut a shape out of it, and how to make a worm. A very colorful, spotted worm. The best worm ever. I guess she’s not scarred for life after all.